Lock Your Doors - Death Grips

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

Corner of my eye

The coroners here why?

Under pressure I

My backbone slip left to the death

Massive procession of cold sweat

Stalactite step slide through you’re next

Get me inside, I’ll do the rest

(Them things, them things, don’t even ask me)

Master of self contained combust

Sustained disgust command him claim

Figure eight strut can’t be touched

Subversive infiltration reign supreme in none me trust

Why must them?

Fuck them

Mine vomit stain them feel not but hate them

Line up back facin' suspense rapes them

One by one hot cum shot clip spray them

Life drop and waste dem in pine box laid them to

Grime dismantled, churn the fat

Light the candle, burn the wax

Before me dies in scorch uprise

Can’t deny it no way back

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

Invoke ancient locc to the brain in a blaze ignition weightless world

Warped rotation path is blurred, memento mori dead man’s curve

Oblivion transcender becomes him shroud

I can’t remember I’m no one now

Comin' for yours, lock your doors

Identifier destroyer

Come on, stick me, cut me, drain me

Suck me, drink me, take me down

Feel me, one three make your pumping

Chamber pound and drown

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it

Them things, them things, don’t even ask me

Bear the mark take one to know

Lifted chin, face don’t show